That night, using official connections, the Suicide Squad borrowed an Air Force base in Nevada, deploying engineering equipnt to drag the gigantic Killer Croc into a large hangar.
After clearing out everyone else, Su Ming had Stranglehold burrow into Killer Croc's body to devour the mutated cells.
Stranglehold was reluctant—Killer Croc slled too bad.
But an order from the host still had to be followed. Although it conveyed a sense of unwillingness, it moved very quickly, and afterward, it was also very full.
Under the influence of the mutagen, Killer Croc's mutation was significant, with nearly 40% of his cells affected. After Stranglehold devoured the mutated cells, Killer Croc was almost like an empty shell.
This was undoubtedly a serious injury. Considering Killer Croc's regenerative abilities, it would take at least three days to a week to recover, but at least his body had returned to its normal size.
It was yet another unreasonable transformation. Killer Croc's size had suddenly expanded more than tenfold—where did the extra mass and energy co from? The Source Wall?
As for Killer Frost, she was fine, just needing a night's rest.
After taking the Squad back to the A.R.G.U.S. underground prison, Su Ming decided to operate solo for a while.
He had so errands to run—like going to Hephaestus to replenish so bullets or visiting Dr. Icon to upgrade his armor, then finding a way to observe the Justice League's reactions.
He had already made the first move, using the Suicide Squad to scout the way for them.
So...
Batman would undoubtedly, out of caution, accelerate his plan; Superman would follow his arrangents, while Diana would likely, due to competitiveness, support Batman's decision.
Barry believed Su Ming wanted to help, and Cyborg and J'onn were followers, always willing to go along. Aquaman, Green Lantern, and Green Arrow could all be ignored.
Everything was within Su Ming's plan—he made the first move, reached into the fire to grab the chestnut, and when it proved too hot, threw it out. Now the Justice League had to take this burning chestnut.
Batman didn't want the governnt to get the Totality. The Justice League saw Earth's survival as their responsibility, which was the premise of all their actions.
Tomorrow, Batman would definitely take the opportunity of paynt to test Su Ming, but Su Ming had the sa idea—otherwise, why set the paynt ti for the next day?
He also wanted to test Batman, and Batman had certainly seen that he was immune to the mutation, which he might try to study.
So Su Ming had to play his cards for maximum benefit.
As for Amanda Waller, Su Ming never included her in the list of beneficiaries. Ordinary people should be content just to survive an extinction-level crisis—what else could they expect?
If killing Amanda wouldn't result in a bunch of even worse politicians taking her place, Su Ming would have done it long ago.
A.R.G.U.S. couldn't fall into the hands of soone like Maxwell Lord, and no other politician would do either. At least Amanda had so humanity—she didn't use ordinary people for her experints; she only played with criminals and soldiers, which had nothing to do with Su Ming.
With these thoughts concluded, the cloak carried him through the clouds, and soon he arrived at the diterranean, diving into a volcano.
Hephaestus was working on assembling his cosmic battleship. The gods didn't seem to have any particular emotional response to the impending end of the world.
The temperature here was as high as ever, and Stranglehold imdiately retreated deep into Su Ming's body to avoid the heat.
"Hephaestus."
Since Su Ming had been here before, he easily found the god of fire, and the male Amazons helping Hephaestus had no intention of stopping him.
"Ah, Deathstroke." Hephaestus put down his hamr, attaching a piece of armor to the spaceship. "How was it? The weapon I gave you last ti—did it work well?"
He was eager to know the performance of the divine tal weapon.
Uh... as for the gun, what could he say? To say it was useless wasn't right, but to say it made a significant difference would also be untrue.
"It was alright, pretty good."
That was all Su Ming could say. Hitting rciless felt like scratching an itch, and it only made the Dawnbreaker Lantern pause temporarily. The weapon's rate of fire was super high—500 rounds of divine tal bullets consud after just a few bursts.
Hephaestus frowned. This was not what he wanted to hear. Usually, when people obtained his weapons, they would, after so ti, express gratitude and praise—praising the divine power of the artifact, the greatness of Hephaestus, and so on.
"Pretty good? That's not good enough."
"Co with . Give the gun."
Hephaestus took back the God-tal AK-47, leading Su Ming to the armory where Diana stored her armor. He casually opened a large crate, rummaging through it.
Soon, he pulled out another extra-long rifle.
"God-tal Gauss Rifle—the perfect combination of divine power and science. Take it and try again." Hephaestus also handed him a large box of bullets—quite the heavy burden. "Earth's in trouble again; a warrior like you won't lack battlefields to show your strength."
God-tal Gauss...
It was obvious Hephaestus had put a lot of thought into this weapon—not only was the craftsmanship excellent, but the choice of material was high-grade god-tal, and it was adorned with nurous embellishnts.
Like a bas-relief, the gun and stock had special treatnt, carved with Greek-style semi-nude won...
The kind with bedsheets draped over them, holding shields, spears, or cups of wine, depicting scenes of hunting or daily life—vivid and lifelike.
"Are these Amazons?" Su Ming grimaced. Not that he disliked it, but what would people think seeing Deathstroke carrying a weapon covered in won?
"Amazons from a thousand years ago. You have to understand, this weapon was originally made for Diana." Hephaestus shrugged—he could guess Su Ming's thoughts. "Once a firearm takes shape, it's hard to remold it. These carvings are also filled with divine conductors, so they can't be altered."
"...Alright, as long as it kills, it's a good weapon. I'll take it to the battlefield and try it out. Thanks." Su Ming still accepted the rifle, slinging it across his back.
Even though the weapon was upgraded, it still felt strange sohow.
Hephaestus clapped his hands, sparks flying from his molten hands. "You ca just in ti. Hers was about to look for you. Since you ca to , co with to Olympus. The Queen of Heaven wants to speak with you."
Su Ming's expression remained unchanged, but he started to calculate internally. What did Hera want with him? Even if sothing was up, shouldn't it be Zeus handling it?
Almost as if sensing Su Ming's confusion, Hephaestus showed an awkward expression, lowering his voice. "The All-Father had so issues recently—he's gone missing again. Olympus is now under the Queen's control, so you'd better not ask about it."
Su Ming understood. Zeus going missing was nothing new—no need to ask; he must have gone down to Earth again, disguised as a mortal, looking for so young beauties or even small animals to ss around with...
As the King of the Gods, if he didn't want to be found, then no one could find him. This was just one of his personal hobbies, and Su Ming could understand that.
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